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Boxing Day, A Day No American Understands nor Has Yet To Hear The Real Story

We were kindly ( and perhaps finitely … so brave to invite four young kids and two adults to dinner ) invited to a Boxing Day dinner with “REAL” people who do Boxing Day and have done Boxing Day for their whole lives. I didn’t take any photos. Though I should have. All I have are pics of our Christmas day to fill in.

I have often asked of Boxing Day people, “what is boxing day?” in a similar way they ask of us, “what is thanksgiving?” To this, I get the same shrugged response, not unlike our own, “I dunno.”

Tonight, I was finally educated on all the fuss that occurs on the day after Christmas. It turns out, when our host was young, after the Christmas celebration, she would chuck boxes of food and such down to the basement for the people who had served her. They would enjoy lovely presents and food that was much appreciated during this cold time of year. Seeing as we are but rural farmers, she took pity on us and continued the tradition.

Okay … just joking there. That was the origin, but in this day and age, it seems that Boxing Day is a way to reach out to other family members and friends and have a good laugh.

We had an amazing dinner, with warmy roasting yum and mash and green and gravy. I wish I could have stuffed more in, but I was waiting for “Pudding” … that’s Boxing Day People for “dessert.”

Giggles were had. Stories were told. Kids made a mess. Bellies were warm. It felt like Christmas.

So great, we left our kids, minus the wee one. They stayed and played. We put the wee one to bed. Then we took a breath.

Happy Boxing Day to you people who celebrate Boxing Day!!! Is it Merry Boxing Day? Joyous Boxing Day? Holy Crap the Shops are Closed Again Boxing Day? Whatever it is, we had a great day and I hope you will too.

2 thoughts on “Boxing Day, A Day No American Understands nor Has Yet To Hear The Real Story”

I love boxing day, as you said this is when I put all the left overs in boxes and pass them out to the servants, the servants get Boxing Day Off, and take the boxes home to their starving parents and siblings who are all dying from coal miners cough or something deeply uninteresting, I give them the whole day off too, which I think is very generous of me, though naturally i shall leave the dishes for them to do when they come back tomorrow! Love love.. c